If Only It Were the First Time, That One Glance Would Be Forever
If only it were the first sight, that one would be forever. With the passage of time, the initial astonishment fades away bit by bit, and the longing for separation is like fallen blossoms and flowing water, gone without a trace. The lingering fragrance in dreams, crumbling into mud and crushed into dust; only the faint fragrance remains.
Time ripples with a touch of pale light in the erosion of years, coloring those past events. At the corner of time, there are also melancholy hearts listening to the gentle scars left by the passage of time.
The past is like fallen blossoms and flowing water, gradually receding, blurring after years, and fading from view. My heart feels a slight pain and a sense of helplessness and despair. Even a thousand cups of wine cannot dispel this lifetime's sorrow.
The rustling leaves of the toon tree, the fleeting beauty of youth, cannot conceal the deep sighs in the face of time. With a light sigh, tears trickle down, nourishing the yearning of countless lonely moments. The evening wind penetrates your solitude, seeping into my loneliness, and you will never see my tears of loneliness.
When time gradually disappears, memories turn yellow, but longing always comes at night. When I think of you, my heart is lost, and longing is like flowing water. Unfounded longing floats in the vast, empty night sky. The moon is still bright, where are you?
Gazing across the horizon, thoughts have never wandered far. Holding a handful of longing, counting the pain of connection, losing sight of the curtain, and losing the heart to dreams. Guarding a lonely soul, savoring a solitary heart, guarding a lonely lamp, writing melancholy thoughts and worries, condensing faint grievances only for you to return.
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